Kangaroo Jack Page #2

That's what I'm talking about!

I think the dog just peed on my leg.

No, I think I peed on him.

All units, intersection blocked.

Suspects are at large.

- Just pull the truck over, I am getting out.

- You can't bail on me now!

I gotta stash these TVs

until the heat cools down.

Come on. We got six TVs left.

Five. Come on, man, help me get this up.

Hey. Is that Charlie?

- Tommy?

- What're you guys doing here?

- Your father didn't say you was coming.

- Sal?

Yeah, this is his warehouse.

- I didn't know.

- You didn't know?

I didn't know!

Hey!

You brung the heat here, Charlie.

Are you crazy?

I didn't know, Tommy!

I swear, I didn't know!

Waffles, come on!

- Oh, damn!

- Attention.

This is the New York Police Department.

We have you surrounded.

Come on, Charlie, hurry up!

Waffles! She's frozen with fear!

Surrender now!

- Get over there! Move!

- I repeat.

Come on, Louis, come on!

What is wrong with you?

It's not my fault! Waffles is upset!

Perhaps you should've thought of that

before you took your dog on a crime spree!

Come on, girl!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Dead end, Louis. Dead end.

No, it's not, Charlie. Look at this.

- Think I got a way out.

- You don't even know where that goes. No!

We can do this.

You can stay here if you want.

I'm going down that chute!

I love you, Mama!

Louis?

- Not over here.

- Where'd they go?

We lost them. Standing by

for further instructions. Over.

Anything else you'd like me

to help you with today?

No, that's pretty much it.

In what police are calling

one of the largest seizures of stolen goods...

... in the history of New York City...

... thieves inexplicably led police to a treasure

trove of stolen cars, furs, paintings...

Louis Booker, you degenerate moron.

Were these Medieval times

and you a knight in shining armor...

...you would, I have no doubt,

slay the maiden and save the dragon.

Waffles!

- Sal, if we could explain...

- As for you, Charlie...

...after the tragic death of your father...

...I married your mother, promising her

I would raise you as my own.

You chose not to take the Maggio name.

I did not complain.

And when you wanted

to go to beauty school...

...as boys who lose their fathers

early in life often do...

...I did not snivel at your intentions, did I?

- No, Salvatore, you did not. In fact...

- In fact...

...I bought a beauty parlor

so you could sit on your lazy butt all day.

Four and a half million you cost me.

Were you anybody else,

you'd be dead by now.

- Sal, we understand that you're upset.

- It's not your fault.

What?

A lion can raise a mouse,

but the mouse is still a mouse.

And you, Charlie, are that mouse.

Look at this.

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